Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I got off her and lay by her side, caressing her inner thighs, mons, and abdomen. We lay there silently in the dark room, and soon I heard Samina's soft snores.

The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening I broached it again, saying, "You ready for the thing with Tom on Saturday?
"Maybe.” Samina said noncommittally. “I am not sure.”
I found myself really disappointed in her answer, and frustrated, realizing now how much I wanted to see another man fuck her. I was sure that my performance (or lack thereof) in bed the night before, would be enough to get her jump straight into bed with Tom. But I kept quiet and did not push matters any further. Things continued that way for the rest of the week, but I noticed that Samina was getting the listless, antsy way about her again. I tried to make up for my disappointing performance by giving her long massages, and lots of oral sex, and while that did seem to help matters a little, it was not enough. After all, as she has since told me on many an occasion, nothing can match a good, hard, fucking from a big, thick, lovely cock!
Finally Saturday arrived. We had made plans to go out again, and Samina had made the arrangements. I was interested that she had chosen to go to dinner and a new jazz club and she casually mentioned that she had invited Tom to join us. Her choice of the place suggested that she was hoping something would happen – it was a kind of funky blues joint. At least that's what I hoped. And I knew I would try to find a way to get her to fuck Tom that night if I could. I just didn't know how.
On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again. "You were sure hot for it last Saturday while we were fucking, while we were talking about Tom."
"It was nice," was all she said with a smile, as she straightened her skirt.
She didn't look at me as the car moved through traffic, but just stared out the window. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and tugging down on her skirt. She had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse. I had also noticed that she had put on a camisole instead of a bra, and it showed, since you could just see the outline of her nipples under the silk blouse, and her breasts jiggled just a little. And both the camisole and the blouse were a little loose at the top – if she leaned forward you could see all the way to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for her that they were erect, and not because of the temperature – it was warm out.
I had also seen her put on thong panties. She looked nice under her skirt. She had on heels too. She was a drop-dead knockout, dressed to the nines and cock bait for sure – not slutty, but definitely looking on the make. She wasn't acting like she was hot for me right now, though; she wasn't talking and looked determinedly out the window.
"Tom will be there again tonight," I offered, trying to steer the conversation toward what I was hoping for, I wanted to know if she would do it, or else learn unambiguously that it wasn't going to happen tonight – either way I'd know how to act. No answer. But I could see her nipples were still hard. Was she a little flushed? I let it go. But by then, I was sure she was just toying with me, teasing me. Tom would be enjoying her charms before the night was out, and if I was lucky, I might get to watch.
When we got to the joint, it was already fairly crowded, and Tom was already there. We also saw some friends, and they waved us over to the two tables they had pulled together. We introduced Tom as a friend of ours, whom we had taken out for the night. The band was just setting up and we sat down to order drinks and dinner. Tom was across the table from us, one person to Samina's right. I was on Samina's left. She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with one of the women across from me. She ignored Tom entirely. Too much, I thought; she was trying too hard. It was the first sign that she might go for it. The band started to warm up. Tom didn't know the others well, but was talking to the woman on his left. But he would occasionally glance sideways at Samina. I knew she was putting on her hard to get act, leading Tom into believing that she was interested, and them bam, when he would least expect it, she would be his, she loved playing games.
It took a while, but after dinner and a couple of drinks, and a little over an hour and a half, there was a break in the set and conversation picked up. Samina still didn't talk to Tom, or even look over at him. A couple of the women got up to go to the bathroom and Samina went with them. Three of the guys went to the bar for another round of drinks for everybody, and Bill and his wife went to check with their baby-sitter. Tom and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was going to do.
"Do you like Samina?" I asked him pointedly.
"Of course. She's great. A lot of fun." Tom said, but I could tell he was more than a little flustered and confused by Samina. On the one hand she seemed to be coming on to him in the park, making out with him, letting him feel her up, but since that afternoon, she seemed to be giving him a bit of the cold shoulder. I could not blame the poor fellow for feeling confused and bewildered.
"That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for you?" Tom rocked back a little in his chair and looked wary.
"Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. Classy lady." He looked right at me. Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her; too deliberate. He wanted her.
"You should see her in bed," I offered.
"I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: "Although we won't go there!" His laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced, a tad too nervous. He picked up his beer to take a gulp, but it was empty. He put it down and stared at it.
"Why not go there?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having Samina in bed."
"Whoa! Of course I have, I would love to, but I don't think she want it!" He tried to take another drink from his empty glass. Nervous for sure.
"I doubt if that's true, Tom, and I'm not sure she does. But you have to understand that with her friends around, she has to keep things cool and not overt.” I said by way of explanation/
Tom jolted back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "Well, sure, I guess," he stammered, then quietly said, “she's a hot lady, anyone would want her. Look at her, I mean....” Tom was talking more to himself than to me.
I smiled at him. I didn't want to spook him. He relaxed a little. I picked up my beer and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. "To liking Samina," I said, and laughed.
He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and answer, "To Samina." But his was still empty – he had forgotten! I could not help but laugh at that a little.
"How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our glasses down. I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a joke. I looked up at Tom and held the gaze. I made my decision. "How about I invite you over to our house after this to fuck her?"
He slammed back in his chair this time. "What are you talking about? I'd never do that. No way! Jeez! What would Samina say if she heard you say that? No way, man! How can you even say that, when she does not want it?” Tom sounded shocked.
“Look Tom, Samina wants to let you fuck her. We talked about it all week." I explained, and Tom's mouth dropped open.
Now it was out; no matter what happened next I had said it to Tom. He sat there with a stunned and dumbfounded look on his face, mouth open, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. "I know you want to fuck her," I continued. I might as well do it now. "She wants you to fuck her. And I'd like to have you fuck her. She will let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to do it. Really. And I want to watch you do it to her."
I realized that I was on a slippery slope here, as my plans could be very well be ruining Samina's plans for the evening. But I was getting impatient, and wanted things to move along. Samina's hard-to-get act had run its course as far as I was concerned, and it was my turn to speed things along.
Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock; he didn't move. I saw the guys coming back from getting the drinks carrying several each, and the couple with the baby-sitter was on the move from the phone. Before everyone reached the table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something to create the next step. "Stick around late with us tonight. No pressure. And I promise, Samina wants it very much!" And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as people started sitting down at the table. The women weren't back yet from the bathroom.
I passed the three of them, including Samina, just as they came out of the ladies' room, and Samina looked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face; I smiled at her. I went into a stall in the bathroom, even though I just had to piss, just to think. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted it so it didn't bind and pinch. Even just handling it made me realize how close to cumming I was and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't; there might be more tonight and I wanted to keep myself at the edge. I needed to communicate privately with Samina, to let her know what I had done, she had to know. I took out a business card from my wallet – it was all I had to write on – and wrote a note on the back of it: "I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you. I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants to do it. He'll stay late with us. What do you think?”
When I got back to the table the women had returned. Tom still looked a little shocked, but had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And Samina was talking to him – small talk, nothing overt. Tom was really keyed up, I could tell. He looked up at me as I approached the table and then glanced over at Samina. It was involuntary – he couldn't help himself. As he realized that he had looked over at her, he blushed and turned away, then looked down, then up at me quickly, then down at his beer. He took a sip, and his hand was shaking. At least he had something in his glass this time. Out of control. I just smiled and nodded at him when he looked up again.
I sat down next to Samina, and kissed her on the neck from behind. After I had pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers. Gently I pressed the business card with my note on it into her hand and closed her fingers over it. I held it there with the card in it for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when you can."
Samina looked over at me, with a bit of a scowl. I couldn't tell whether she was mad at the thought I might have done it, and ruined her own plans, or excited that I had. From the look on her face, probably both. She glanced down, then up. She took her hand away and looked the other direction. I caught her glancing over at Tom, maybe looking for some clue as to whether or not it was true. Then down again. But she didn't blush. A few minutes later Samina excused herself and wandered back toward the ladies room again; I knew she had slipped away to be able to read the note.
Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction, out loud, "We'll know soon." Tom's face turned red.
Everyone else looked at me, then at him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to start up again. "We'll know whether they're really any good – the second set has their original material. Tom was telling me how much he liked their stuff." People went back to their conversations, but a couple of them glanced at Tom as they did, and he was clearly uncomfortable. The band saved him – they started to play an up-tempo jazz number. Samina came back to the table and sat down.
She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this? I had other plans, I wanted to tease him a bit more!" She sounded mad, but there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded and glanced over at Tom. Samina turned to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly and fidgeted in his seat. Samina turned back to me, and whispered, “I wish you had let me do it my way! Now its all clear for him. Oh well, you just sped up what I had intended anyway.”
Samina turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated conversation with Tom. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She did not seem mad or upset, in fact, it looked like she was having a good time again. Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Tom was still with us; he was going to do it. If Samina would.
There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. Samina looked down; Tom looked at Samina. I watched Tom.
"I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've talked to you both about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who could object, and I don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of them, but now they both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking, and they both knew that what I had said about each of them wanting it was true. "How about we head back to our house and do this?" I asked.
"Do you want it happen, Tom?" Samina asked, turning away from me towards Tom.
"We really don't need to do this, guys," Tom interrupted. "I'd love to, of course, but I won't ever say anything if either of you wants to call this off," Tom volunteered. He was talking to me. And then to Samina, "If you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no harm done."
"Be quiet, Tom," Samina ordered, shooting him a look. It sounded like she didn't want to let Tom off the hook. "Umer was telling the truth – I told him I wanted sleep with you, and I do, and now you know that for sure. And you have also told me that you don't care I am married, so I don't see why you should have a problem spending the night with me.”
There was silence for a bit, before I spoke up. "Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're going to fuck each other." Hearing me say the word, 'fuck' jolted them both. No euphemisms any more, no ambiguity at all about what we all were thinking. "You probably would have anyway, eventually, and now it's certain. You can't both know the other is willing to do it and then not follow through. If you two prefer to be alone, I will be happy to make myself scarce, although I will be honest, I would love to be able to watch. I want to see it."
Samina looked up at Tom and the two held the gaze for a long moment. And then Samina broke the tension by smiling at Tom. "Okay, let's go Tom.' She had made the decision for Tom nodded. “I am sorry I was a tease earlier, but I guess I enjoy doing that. You know I think you are one good looking guy and have wanted to fuck you ever since we first met a the park. I think you are uncertain because of my actions earlier this evening, and probably think that Umer is forcing me, right?” Samina asked.
Tom nodded an affirmative.
“Don't be. Trust me this is my call, not Umers. As much as it might appear that he is pushing things along, its because he knows that I want it to happen. I want to spend the night with you, and I hope you feel the same way.” Samina smiled at Tom, as she took his hand in hers.
Tom smiled back, and said, “yeah, now that's more like it!”
We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.
As I was holding the door for Samina to get into the car, Tom was a few cars away in the next row, and I shouted over at him, "See you at our house in a few minutes. Don't be long."
"Oh, I don't think so, Umer. I have no intention of keeping Samina waiting!” Tom laughed as he started his car.
I closed the door behind Samina and walked around to get in the driver's side and started the car. "It's called cuckolding," Samina said as the car came to life. I had heard of cuckolding – I had read about it in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales – The Wife of Bath – in college. I remembered it being vaguely exciting even then. Where was she going with this? This was the first time she had ever overtly brought up the world 'cuckold'.
"You realize that you'll be a cuckold for the rest of your life!" Samina continued. "Other men have fucked me and will continue have fucked me, your wife whenever I want. You can never have it back once someone else has been inside me. I admit I've been hot for it, but I won't do this if it bothers you." I heard her, but I wasn't so sure. I knew it was too late already.
"I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I do. If you do. I don't want to lose Samina over it either. I want it if you want to do it, and if it won't ruin what we have. And frankly I don't think it will. What we have so far has been amazing, so I can't understand why you seem to get hesitant from time to time." I said.
"You have to tell me you want it at least as much as I do," Samina offered. "I'm not going to have you regret it tomorrow, or ever. Sometimes I think I want it more than you do, and that you are just letting me do it, without really wanting me to."
"Well, do you want to do it, Samina? So far you haven't had any problems, at least not any you have voiced or shown. In fact you have fucked any man you have wanted, I have not had much say in that, which is how I think it ought to be anyway. It's for your pleasure, so it only makes sense that you select the men.” I said.
Samina was thoughtful for a moment. She had always been honest with me, and it was part of what I loved about her. I knew she would be truthful now. And I think maybe it was time for us to re-evaluate the situation and then go ahead. We had been so caught up in the excitement and arousal of it all, that we had not really taken time to pause and take stock. We both knew what we knew. And it was time to lay out our expectations before proceeding.
"Well Umer, the reason I have not voiced any concerns is that I don't have any except the one regarding your wishes. I love sex, I love big cocks, and I loving being taken, ravished by them. If you wanted met to, of course I will stop, but it will be difficult.” Samina said.
"You sure about that?" I asked. I wasn't hedging. I just wanted to sure that Samina and I both understood clearly what she was saying.
"I'm sure, Umer. You have seen how I am. I mean think of how things went with Mehmood, despite my determination not to sleep with him, I could not help myself, although your attitude and setting things up the right way was a big part of why I went ahead with it, ultimately it was my call, not yours! I did it because I wanted to, not because you wanted me to, that was just an added bonus. I can't promise that all my lovers in the future will be like that. I want you to understand that if you say its okay for me to go on like this, then once I have decided to sleep with a guy, to fuck him, you will not, except under the most exceptional circumstance stop me, it will always be my call?" There was no hesitation now.
“How do you define 'exceptional circumstance'?” I asked Samina. Her words did not really surprise me, and I was happy that we were having this talk.